Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.